THEODORE ROOSEVELT [Illustration: Photograph of Theodore Roosevelt inscribed To Jacob F. Brown with regards of Theodore Roosevelt Sept 20th 1904 ] THEODORE ROOSEVELT AN ADDRESS DELIVERED BY HENRY CABOT LODGE BEFORE THE CONGRESS OF THE UNITED STATES _February ninth Nineteen hundred and nineteen_ _Privately printed in Boston_ _There have been privately printed by the McGrath-Sherrill Press three hundred copies of this book of which this is number_ THEODORE ROOSEVELT [Illustration] A tower is fallen, a star is set! Alas! Alas! for Celin. The words of lamentation from the old Moorish ballad, which in boyhood we used to recite, must, I think, have risen to many lips when the world was told that Theodore Roosevelt was dead. But whatever the phrase the thought was instant and everywhere. Variously expressed, you heard it in the crowds about the bulletin boards, from the man in the street and the man on the railroads, from the farmer in the fields, the women in the shops, in the factories, and in the homes. The pulpit found in his life a text for sermons. The judge on the bench, the child at school, alike paused for a moment, conscious of a loss. The cry of sorrow came from men and women of all conditions, high and low, rich and poor, from the learned and the ignorant, from the multitude who had loved and followed him, and from those who had opposed and resisted him. The newspapers pushed aside the absorbing reports of the events of these fateful days and gave pages to the man who had died. Flashed beneath the ocean and through the air went the announcement of his death, and back came a world-wide response from courts and cabinets, from press and people, in other and far-distant lands. Through it all ran a golden thread of personal feeling which gleams so rarely in the somber formalism of public grief. Everywhere the people felt in their hearts that: A power was passing from the Earth To breathless Nature's dark abyss. It would seem that here was a man, a private citizen, conspicuous by no office, with no glitter of power about him, no ability to reward or punish, gone from the earthly life, who must have been unusual even among the leaders of men, and who thus demands our serious consideration.